And still fucking clueless.
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Six years and two degrees later
And about to be the youngest full-time instructor in the college. I'd had my first boyfriend, first lover, first fiance, my first cheating rat bastard (all the same dude), my first "professional" job, my first house, and a year away from marriage, two years away from the Teen Queen.
And still fucking clueless.
And still fucking clueless.
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Lay some logic on them, darlin'. It may be the first they've ever heard of it.
Beautiful Woman !!
God you are gorgeous
"Was", darlin'. That's 23 years ago.
Still is... Check those glasses...
Was? Yeh, right! (You either have great 501's or had a really easy paper-round - based on your profile pic if you decide to get all 'hunting for more complements').
Me? I'm 'still' clueless (do I get any points for at least recognising that fact?). Hmm, 23 years I was a Cpt doing Granby so I can blame all my stupid on COMUKAMPHIBFOR (he really should be ashamed at what he 'made' me do, although finding that case of Glenfiddich probably didn't help. I was 'not' fighting naked in a war zone, I still had my boots, beret and rifle so … I was just doing a CTR of the showers when … neither did I scare them off because of the size of my equipment, my rifle is the same size as everyone elses :p ).
I'm visiting Eglin AFB (and environs) for a (no shit, there I was when ..) get together in January, then seeing friends in Round Rock (then a drive to Salem, AR), so ... I'm starting practising my deep knee bends for the proposal (I can get down OK, getting back up currently requires two units from the Fire-Brigade and a hoist, but give me time).
No rush on the answer, it'll take me a while to arrange the venue, roses, champagne (and just don't ask how hard it is to find a parking spot for the horse and carriage, or get the Mariachi band to remember they come on after the sky-writing but before the fireworks – and damn, I still need to get my suit of armour back from the cleaners ...). So, a couple of days OK?
P.S. The Maldives alright for the honeymoon? I suppose I can still cancel if ....
Able, very sweet but I have to decline. Someone's got to save you from yourself.
Wow. Hot stuff, darlin'.
Thank you, Mr. Wirecutter, you make me blush.
Hey Able, I gotta tell you for all that, I got a pretty nice ass and you don't even have to wait for my answer.
That is a whole new level of wrong.
Hey! Don't be fucking up my hustle, Woman!!!
Oh, I'm sorry, is that what that was?
Damn! Turned down yet again (this is why they play AC's 'Shot Down in Flames' every time I walk in a pub now). Just once I'd like to meet the right woman - Hot, intelligent, vaguely right of Attila, a shooter (who has really bad eyesight, no taste in men, is tone deaf ....). The story of my life. You ladies just don't realise how hard it is on we poor, sensitive males. The asking.
I remember the first time. The decision, the slow gathering of courage, the gritting of teeth, the long walk across the dance-floor with everybody watching, the mumbled 'question' with her fiends laughing and giggling at me, and ... then the refusal, rejection, followed by the even longer walk (of shame) back with everybody pointing and laughing.
You know I still don't know why my mum wouldn't dance with me when I was six. I'm scarred for life here!
Wire
I didn't think you cared (or were the jealous type), however I must respectfully decline. I've seen your pic too and I have this thing about not dating anyone with more (just) facial hair than me. That and I have one hard and fast rule – never date anyone who can drink you under the table (I was dragooned into attending Remembrance Day at Catterick, about 100 miles away, and the SM and Cpl assigned to 'get me home safely' insisted we stop at every pub enroute to toast 'absent friends' with a pint, and not your wishy-washy Yank 'beer' but a Hobgoblin and a Glenmorangie chaser. They poured me back into my home, but I still think you'd probably be wanting to hit the town afterwards – am I wrong?). I 'could' see dating someone there was a fight for the car/bill/bathroom with, but not over who uses my AE (.338, I'm not a gurl you know), Bren, (mint) EM-1, collection of Enfields and Webleys, etc. though. No, thanks for the offer but it just wouldn't work (it's not you, it's me – as they all say to me)
If you're desperate I think I still know where some rag-heads are who'd be interested in any ass, mule, donkey or goat (whether 'nice' or not) may be.
This has been a FUN thread!
And you're beautiful babe, then and more so now. Add some life to the entire thing and the wisdom shines through.
You know I love ya.
And nope, not getting down on a knee. That would make me too short to motorboat ya. :p
Huge hugs, Sara!
And I'll get down on one knee and motorboat you, how about that.
Fuck Able, will you and Sara marry me? Or at least come over and hang out?
Well now! I knew you have a beautiful soul, and a beautiful now, but damn, woman, you look like you were a HELLUVA LOT OF FUN back then. Same as now, only slower, and with more confidence.
You changed your av. You're getting better with age as far as I'm concerned.
Somehow this comment will be taken the wrong way...
huh, don't ask me to hang out with you, wc. Fine, I see how you are.
Angel eyes, thank you, I take it as the lovely compliment you intended.
I WAS ASKING YOU AND SARA!!!!
All that motorboating talk... man...
Wire
How come I don't get an invite to 'hang out'? I just get the coarse innuendos.
See if you'd done that (providing Etoh was involved) I might have considered it (I'd even bring the cigars and ammo).
A man wants to be romanced you know ;D
I had to be polite with them because they're ladies. I got me some motherfucking manners, man.
Yeh, they scare the bejesus out of me too
OK, Ken that's enough. You're really putting a hurting on the ole manly image. I think you've been in CA for WAAAAYY too long!
Able, you're a hoot! How about a location to go with that proper English speech? And I hate to break it to ya, but I imagine the line waiting for our dear 'Angel to become single is rather long.
Leigh
Whitehall, NY
Leigh
I'm in Ye Olde Englande, but it's OK, when I visit I always leave my red coat at home.
Having spent over thirty years at Her Majesties pleasure (the one with the green uniform, not the fetching orange jumpsuit), almost all of it 'out of country', I'm vaguely a foreigner here myself.
Proper English speech? I'm afraid you are mistaking my impeccable Grammar (who's a lovely lady, even if she does drink like a fish and picks fights with dockers/policemen/anyone bigger than her) with my being a 'toff'. I'm afraid I’m a 'regional accent', which makes visiting so much fun since in addition to trying to explain what a boot, pavement, suspenders, spanner and cup of tea is, I have to repeat myself (multiple times, write things down and sometimes even draw diagrams) when in conversation/trying to buy something/explaining to that nice police-man with his gun in my ear that driving on the left is cultural/what civilised people do.
A hoot? I know I am. I'm a martyr to, and renowned for, my sense of humour. People are always commenting on it. Hardly a day goes by without someone, friend, acquaintance or even stranger telling me I'm full of wit (at least I think it was 'wit' they said).
My romantic intentions? Ah, it wasn't serious. Much as I refuse to join any club that would let 'me' join (it can't be very good if it would), I don't date any lady who would go out with someone like me (obviously lacking in taste and judgement). I just propose, at random, to every beautiful lady I 'meet' in the hope that one day one will make a mistake. So I'll just continue to worship from afar (and inject the occasional bewildered comment to confuse matters there).
Leslie, that would be a wonderful switch! LOL!
Ken, of course you can. Maybe. We're women, we make it up as we go along.
Able, that entire last paragraph has me busting, snorts and all. Well played, good sir. :)
Angel, that is a beautiful photo of you. Your expression reminds me of the classical paintings of women. Especially the hint of a smile where you could be laughing or hiding a great secret.
-CM
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